Chapter 1883

Meng Ran's understatement of a sentence, it is like thunder, in the ears of Meng Changzhi and his wife more than roar.

"You

The eldest son of the Meng family met Meng Ran's cold eyes and felt his hair stand on end. He was almost as frightened as a monster staring at him.

In the face of the three words "Meng Xianshi", no matter how much Meng Changzhi has been in the official circles of Lingzhou and how he has been holding the sky in this century old family, he has not the slightest courage to disobey his nephew.

"Master Meng. It's It was Meng Chang who made a mistake... "

With a sigh of remorse, Meng Ran's Pro uncle knelt down in awe.

Originally, Meng Changzhi's arrogant head was also deeply low.

This kneeling is just like Meng ran trampling on the dignity and prestige of his life.

He Meng Changzhi is hard to turn over in this life.

"Big brother..."

My sister-in-law Meng Yingying shudders and shouts, and then she can't resist Meng Ran's majesty, and then she kneels down.

Meng Chang'an, a gifted scholar of Chang'an, looked at his three brothers and sisters and knelt down in front of his son. He felt mixed feelings for a moment, but could not say a word.

However, a few minutes ago, these relatives were still aggressive and wanted to drive the Meng Chang'an family out of the Meng family.

But now?

But in a blink of an eye, even his brother, who has nothing but power in his eyes, kneels down in front of his son.

Meng Chang'an looked at his son sitting on the imperial chair from a distance.

That ordinary looking extremely young, but at the moment, it seems that the power of life and death in the hands of fengjiang officials in general, so that all people are crawling at his feet.

As a parent, who doesn't want to see his children, Jackie Chan?

Why, at the moment, Meng Chang'an eyes, but did not feel the slightest bit of pride?

For eighteen years, Meng Chang'an has never felt that he and his son should be so strange

"Master Meng Xianshi He Is he Xiaoran? Is it my son? "

Meng Chang'an's lips moved slightly, and a word full of confusion came out.

Even at this moment, Meng Chang'an could not connect the master Meng with his son.

Sleeping together for 20 years, how can song Shuling not understand the huge gap in her husband's heart at the moment?

At the moment, she gently held her husband's hand and said earnestly and firmly: "Chang'an, he is Xiaoran, our son."

"Madame?" Meng Chang'an mechanically twisted his head, but could not find any reason to refute it.

Like Meng Chang'an, Chen Zheng and his wife also cover their mouths. They are afraid and shocked. Looking at Meng ran, they don't just think of anything.

The couple looked at their daughter secretly.

But what about the first beauty in Lingzhou, which was originally arrogant like a swan?

At the moment, it is just like a sculpture standing there, staring at a young man who had been forced out of marriage by her, with tears on her face

"Meng Changzhi, now you should tell Meng Mou the truth of Su Yuliang's suicide?"

Meng Ran's voice export, immediately aware of the side of Su Fangfei's emotional fluctuations, can not help gently holding her jade hand, toward Su Fangfei, gently nodded.